382 Quotes by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

She wasn’t going to let them make her cry. She’d cried enough self-pitying tears in her life to drown a goat, and all it had gotten her was a big fat nothing. She made herself take a deep breath, but it didn’t help break the traffic jam in her throat. Might as well call a spade a spade. That traffic jam came from shame. There was a big difference between knowing people still hated your guts and seeing it in their faces.

She shot across the rug, flung the door back open, and yelled into the parking lot. “I hope you choke on your blood vegetables!

Chip, I know you don’t understand this, but I’d take it as a personal favor if you’d stop trying to marry your mother off to my brothers.

There’s nothing more boring than listening to successful adults whine about how mistreated they were as children, is there?